Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
The Index,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.